The New World of Braves

The New World of Braves

  • Submitted By: eddiestrike
  • Date Submitted: 10/28/2010 5:50 PM
  • Category: English
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April 17th, 633 A.F. Sunny
Today, I went to the old lighthouse where John used to live in a sense of reminiscing the past. Nothing has changed; it still remains abandoned and left to rot, just like London. When I reached John’s bedroom at the top of the lighthouse, I saw a woman sitting on the floor, reading a book. Her auburn hair and curvaceous back made me recall someone from the intangible past. She seemed to sense my presence and stood up, and slowly turned around. The woman was Lenina.
For more than a minute, we stared at each other, speechless. I could hear my heart pounding in excitement and fear of the unknowns. By the time Lenina recovered from shock, she pulled down her sleeves in a stiff and unnatural manner and lowered her eyes. Although she tried to hide it, I still saw the scars. These scars that told the story of our painful past, and John. The awkward silence gave me time to take a glimpse at the book that she was holding. She was reading Macbeth, a forbidden book that John held dear to. Just when I was attempting to comprehend the meaning of this, Lenina spoke and I once again focused on her face. She was still as gorgeous as I recalled but there was a pained look in her eyes, one of despair, which bothered me so. I only saw the same kind of eyes in John, when his mother died and before his suicide. I asked her if she was all right because I was afraid that the same fate might befall her and I simply could not understand what was happening. Strangely, she frowned and looked straight into my eyes. Her voice showed a trace of irritation, “Bernard, can’t you understand? It’s sadness. I’m sad!” With a little pause, she continued on, “Bernard, now I understand it. I understand how John felt. Love, hatred, anger, and betrayal… it’s all written in this book. How lonely must he have felt! I finally know why he was so different. It was because he understood our true feelings. He was never conditioned by this goddam system that the Word State uses...

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